Vivid dreams ? halucinations ?
Is this reality ? Imagination ?
Is it bright light or is it dark ?
I just cant tell anything apart.
Everything is swirling everything is stale
I feel weak withered tired lifeless and pale
All this thinking drains so much
Or perhaps I lost my touch
Some things may yet be beyond reason
Maybe not within my grasp
I just pass time with every season
And hope that I will last
The pain of pleasure that is never enough
The pleasure of feeling no pain
It almost feels apropriate to be rough
As without pain there is no gain
Who deems what is worthy to have
Who dictates what is not
Who decides how we behave
And who damned us to rot
Numberless questions and limited time
Why even bother just draw the line
Just hurry up and take me away
Wherever you want I dont want to stay
